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You were a cheerleader first, and definitely before you were ever Julian Edelman's girlfriend. But that certainly didn't mean either of you acted professional.
It wouldn't be a big deal if he didn't score almost every drive.
You cheered with your team on the sideline near the end zone where the Pats were driving.
"Brady's in the shotgun, floats one to Edelman back if the end zone, touch down patriots! What a catch."
It wasn't long after the offenses mini celebration that Julian jogged your way.
After pulling his helmet up, he grabbed you by the shoulders and kissed you on the lips.
"Every time?" You asked him blushing as always, because of all the people who would stare.
"Every time, what can I say? You're good luck."
He pecked your lips once more and ran to the bench, awaiting the extra point.
